Many said they spotted mistakes and would have done things differently—more efficiently—but the consensus seemed to be that it had been an entertaining display. Relatively short but quite the spectacle.
However, no one seemed to have a greater appreciation for the duel than the one lying on the ground with a sword at his neck; Duncan Acheron.
Caius lifted his sword and held it loosely at his side while stretching a hand down at Duncan, who he expected to smack it aside. He was thus a bit surprised when Duncan actually grabbed the offered hand with a chuckle and let himself be helped up to his feet.
"That was impressive," Duncan said with a smile.
"Thank you," Caius said cautiously, his eyes moving like he was trying to detect what Duncan might be after. His caution didn't lessen at all when Duncan wrapped an arm around his neck and began to steer him through the crowd that had re-congregated and covered the space they had created for the duel.
